One of Doug and I’s favorite weekend retreats is Chattanooga. It is less than two hours away but a very different town than Knoxville. Surrounding a downtown of historic hotels and a successfully renovated riverfront full of activities are beautiful mountains. Many of the people that live on the Chattanooga mountains are in the same communities where they were born and where they will someday be buried. Several of our escapes to Chattanooga have been without any children in tow. I’m sorry to be a cliche, but you can’t fully comprehend how different travel is without children until you have children. Doug and I were so happy to have an uninterrupted evening that with some previously undiscovered energy source we became the Energizer bunnies. After hours and hours of friskiness we were in an, umm, traditional sort of position and I jolted when I realized that I had accidentally nodded off. I was embarrassed and tried to recover quickly but I was coherent enough to recognize that Doug was trying to wake himself up as well. We both fell asleep! We roared with laughter and agreed to call an umm, cease fire for the evening. Doug and I love this story but strangely, people don’t get it when we try to tell it. All they hear is that we fell asleep and woke up at the same time. They don’t hear that we fell asleep after record-breaking, marathon quality intimacy. Either way, it’s was and still is a very funny memory for us.